palette [o21. colours]
Title: Palette
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts
Claim: Roxas/Olette
Theme: o21. Colors
Word Count: 792
Rating: PG, for Axel being who he is.
Summary: Besides, what’s a rainbow to do without rain?
Disclaimer: All characters belong to Square Enix and Disney.
Colors. Bright blaring colors that dazzled her, neon lights blinking all around her as smiles flashed and beautiful eyed girls and boys brushed past her. Oh, beautiful colors, color that was so stunningly beautiful, so perfect, almost too perfect. The utter perfection of it all hurt her eyes.
Her best friends with their greens and reds, simply glowing brown and hazel eyes along with vivid smiles, they were always happy. They never concerned themselves of their picturesque world, for all that mattered to them, picturesque was perfection. Who could deny perfection?
The Princess, clad in pink with a smile painted on her face that set rooms ablaze with her light, glowing light, breathtaking light. And then there was the Princess’s Hero, reds and blues and eyes illuminating the dark depths of someone’s soul. A smile so wide, so bright it cheered anyone up.
When she stares too hard whenever the Hero saunters across the Usual Spot to sit upon an old crate, the smile softens and the colors blur in the middle of her photographic world. Reds darken; blues lighten and smudge, brown spikes bleach away until she sees it. Perhaps it was what she wanted to see. A boy standing in the middle of a world he didn’t belong in, for the boy wore black and white and had soft, gentle smiles instead of blaring bright ones.
Black and white, oh, that was the place she longed to be in, without the painted on smiles and viciously bright colors.
Maybe they were too different, her world and his, one world where they had prismatic girls and the other where they had monochrome boys…
Broken colors. Dark hues that bored him, the same shades over and over again, harsh soft smiles that didn’t mean anything and those same dead eyes fixed on him. Over and over again. The same tones, the same perpetual colors, just like pen and ink. They were broken people.
They had paper whit ski against obsidian black coats, deceitful black veins snaking up arms, pretending to carry blood around their empty shells of a body. There was no heart that required blood. His best friend, oh, he was a cold, heartless bastard, getting rid of those he deemed unworthy. Did it matter? They were all supposed to be cold heartless bastards.
Then there was the Witch, pale skin again even paler bleached walls, the Witch who wove lies and broke memories with her lips curled up in soft, half-smiles. Hopeless smiles, the same kind of smiles every one of them wore. Smiles that didn’t mean anything, smiles that weren’t worth anything.
At the end of the day, if he managed to gaze at the Witch long and hard when she held up a crayon, he sees something. Half-hearted smiles that grow larger, a paper-and-ink figurine replaced with kaleidoscopic girl, and hopeless blue eyes replaced with optimistic green ones.
Polychrome, oh, that was where he was destined to be, a place where they all didn’t wear the same expression, the same sad, hopeless eyes.
He didn’t belong in her world, the world that had prismatic girls, he belonged in the world where all they had were monochrome boys…
He was dull, she was not. A silhouette against an array of colors, soft, gentle smiles and bright, beautiful ones, two worlds that the other yearned to be in, worlds they would never be in. Her world that was perfectly beautiful with a palette of colors. His world, a world adorned with the same shades of colors, blacks, whites, the usual paper-and-ink colors.
Oh, monochrome boys and prismatic girls were not supposed to go hand in hand, quiet, sly smiles and delicate, alluring ones weren’t supposed to be given to each other. It wasn’t how things are supposed to work round here in her picturesque life and his dreary non-existence.
They were almost like sunny skies that rained out of the blue, unheard of, unwelcomed. Out of the blue they had made clothes whipped by the breeze wet, making the owner devastated. It just wasn’t right. They were messing with the order of things.
Monochrome boys aren’t supposed to love prismatic girls; they’re supposed to be hopeless in love with white witches because their colorful counterparts loved each other. Prismatic girls needed to love the boy in tones of green and browns, not the boy who wore black and white.
Too different, they were so awfully different. He wanted her world, she wanted his. A world without perfection, a world with perfection, sometimes things were not all they seemed. Maybe, just maybe, all they needed was everything in between.
Besides, you can’t have the rainbow without a little rain, and what’s black and white when there’s no gray in the middle?
a/n: don’t really like it. D:
anyways, when am i going to be added on the list?
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts
Claim: Roxas/Olette
Theme: o21. Colors
Word Count: 792
Rating: PG, for Axel being who he is.
Summary: Besides, what’s a rainbow to do without rain?
Disclaimer: All characters belong to Square Enix and Disney.
Colors. Bright blaring colors that dazzled her, neon lights blinking all around her as smiles flashed and beautiful eyed girls and boys brushed past her. Oh, beautiful colors, color that was so stunningly beautiful, so perfect, almost too perfect. The utter perfection of it all hurt her eyes.
Her best friends with their greens and reds, simply glowing brown and hazel eyes along with vivid smiles, they were always happy. They never concerned themselves of their picturesque world, for all that mattered to them, picturesque was perfection. Who could deny perfection?
The Princess, clad in pink with a smile painted on her face that set rooms ablaze with her light, glowing light, breathtaking light. And then there was the Princess’s Hero, reds and blues and eyes illuminating the dark depths of someone’s soul. A smile so wide, so bright it cheered anyone up.
When she stares too hard whenever the Hero saunters across the Usual Spot to sit upon an old crate, the smile softens and the colors blur in the middle of her photographic world. Reds darken; blues lighten and smudge, brown spikes bleach away until she sees it. Perhaps it was what she wanted to see. A boy standing in the middle of a world he didn’t belong in, for the boy wore black and white and had soft, gentle smiles instead of blaring bright ones.
Black and white, oh, that was the place she longed to be in, without the painted on smiles and viciously bright colors.
Maybe they were too different, her world and his, one world where they had prismatic girls and the other where they had monochrome boys…
Broken colors. Dark hues that bored him, the same shades over and over again, harsh soft smiles that didn’t mean anything and those same dead eyes fixed on him. Over and over again. The same tones, the same perpetual colors, just like pen and ink. They were broken people.
They had paper whit ski against obsidian black coats, deceitful black veins snaking up arms, pretending to carry blood around their empty shells of a body. There was no heart that required blood. His best friend, oh, he was a cold, heartless bastard, getting rid of those he deemed unworthy. Did it matter? They were all supposed to be cold heartless bastards.
Then there was the Witch, pale skin again even paler bleached walls, the Witch who wove lies and broke memories with her lips curled up in soft, half-smiles. Hopeless smiles, the same kind of smiles every one of them wore. Smiles that didn’t mean anything, smiles that weren’t worth anything.
At the end of the day, if he managed to gaze at the Witch long and hard when she held up a crayon, he sees something. Half-hearted smiles that grow larger, a paper-and-ink figurine replaced with kaleidoscopic girl, and hopeless blue eyes replaced with optimistic green ones.
Polychrome, oh, that was where he was destined to be, a place where they all didn’t wear the same expression, the same sad, hopeless eyes.
He didn’t belong in her world, the world that had prismatic girls, he belonged in the world where all they had were monochrome boys…
He was dull, she was not. A silhouette against an array of colors, soft, gentle smiles and bright, beautiful ones, two worlds that the other yearned to be in, worlds they would never be in. Her world that was perfectly beautiful with a palette of colors. His world, a world adorned with the same shades of colors, blacks, whites, the usual paper-and-ink colors.
Oh, monochrome boys and prismatic girls were not supposed to go hand in hand, quiet, sly smiles and delicate, alluring ones weren’t supposed to be given to each other. It wasn’t how things are supposed to work round here in her picturesque life and his dreary non-existence.
They were almost like sunny skies that rained out of the blue, unheard of, unwelcomed. Out of the blue they had made clothes whipped by the breeze wet, making the owner devastated. It just wasn’t right. They were messing with the order of things.
Monochrome boys aren’t supposed to love prismatic girls; they’re supposed to be hopeless in love with white witches because their colorful counterparts loved each other. Prismatic girls needed to love the boy in tones of green and browns, not the boy who wore black and white.
Too different, they were so awfully different. He wanted her world, she wanted his. A world without perfection, a world with perfection, sometimes things were not all they seemed. Maybe, just maybe, all they needed was everything in between.
Besides, you can’t have the rainbow without a little rain, and what’s black and white when there’s no gray in the middle?
a/n: don’t really like it. D:
anyways, when am i going to be added on the list?